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[Sirius Black]

"Potato soup?" Sirius asked as they walked, crinkling his nose. "Really now?" He was not a big fan of potatoes or any foodstuffs involved potatoes. They just...weren't yummy. They didn't taste remotely good. Why anybody would eat them was beyond them...Then again, this was also the boy who just couldn't understand the appeal of foods that were even a little bit spicy. Cinnamon? He loathed it. James knew this very well and took every opportunity to make fun of him for it. Well, just because Sirius didn't eat the cinnamon Bertie Bott's didn't mean you could rag on him for it. Nosir.

Sirius nodded. "Delicious," he agreed. His stomach grumbled in anticipation of the deliciousness that awaited him in the Kitchens. What he would do without the House Elves, he wasn't sure. Maybe he would take one with him...He never wanted Kreacher, but maybe one of these, one that could cook and bake really well, would be okay.

When the house elf greeted them, Sirius had to repress a smile as he said, "oh, we're not dating" as Channing said the same. Tea! Yes! Sirius hadn't had their tea in so long, he was more excited than he probably should have been. But that was okay. It was tea. And tea is certainly worth getting excited about.

"Not really, but they know how I like it," Sirius assured her, waving at one of the house elves that greeted him in her usual, high-pitched, excited squeak. "James tried to get them to change my tea order once and they didn't listen; I can't see why they'd put honey instead of milk in it today." He smiled at her, finding her sheepishness amusing. And cute. No. Amusing.

[Channing Lamport]

"Mmhm!" Channing answered cheerily at Sirius' question about her choice of soup. "It's quite delicious, especially with a big loaf of bread." She caught his expression and crossed her arms over her chest. "If you don't like potatoes that, I'm sorry, but we can't be friends." Sirius' weird taste in food was something new to Channing, but definitely not intolerable. Of all the bad traits that people could have, being a picky eater is low on the list of annoying. Of course Channing wasn't really going to stop being friends with him. It was easy for her to be her normal, funny self around him. Which is probably why she stuck her tongue at him.

House Elves were quite handy when it came to having great home cooked meals and a freshly made bed to sleep in. Her family didn't have any house elves because her mother was one of those women who enjoyed to clean and enjoyed making her two children clean too. She thought they were cute, but she didn't think she'd ever get one herself. She was more of a do-it-yourself type of girl.


"Picky, pick!" Channing giggled with a shake of her head. "I feel like I should write some of these things down," she joked. Though she said that as a joke, she mentally wrote in her head. Potatoes: negative. Honey in tea: nope. "And I happen to enjoy honey in my tea, thank you very much!" Laughing, she punched him in the arm and made another face.